The Tattoo

[Gareman]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Maid of Marvels and myself

Sean Clarkson: 23 years old - 6' 1" 235lbs of pure muscle
Dark hair - brown eyes



I had been honored when Adam had approached me about being his "best man". We had spent the better part of four years hanging out at college together and had formed a very tight friendship in the process...but....this? I was truly shocked.

As his big day approached, he and I made plans to return to his home town to make the whole thing 'legal'. His parents offered to put him up for the week prior to the wedding and he insisted that I tag along with him.

The 5 hours flew as we drove across state to the small town where he and his fiancee (Kim) had first met. And before I knew it, we were pulling into a long driveway in a typical suburban neighborhood.

Adam hopped out and made his way to the front door, which flew open before he had a chance to ring the bell.

A middle-aged woman...I'm assuming Adam's mom...rushed out and threw her arms around his neck, covering him with kisses.

"Um Mom ?" I heard his muffled voice.... "I'd like you to meet my best man....Sean...."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll was half-reading, half-watching television when she heard the car pull into the driveway. He was home! Adam was home! Her son. Her only son had come home to get married.

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Dropping my book, I ran for the door, flinging it open. Throwing my arms around Adam, I showered him with kisses. "Umm... mom? I'd like you to meet my best man... Sean," Adam murmured as I squeezed his face between my hands.

That was when I noticed his companion. What a handsome young man. Although I had heard Adam speak of him many times, we had never met. I waltzed us over toward Sean and put my arms around him too.

"Welcome, Sean. Come in and make yourself at home." Weaving my hands through their arms, I led us all inside. "Well Mr. Almost Married Man, it sure is good to have you home."

 

[Gareman]

Mrs. Ingersoll gives me a motherly hug and leads us inside. She is extremely excited to have her son home again and I envy him for having such a loving mother. Physically she is fairly typical of women her age, but there is a certain quality about her that seems unusual. I can't really put my finger on it yet....but I'm sure I will.

As I place my bag near the couch, I study her closely while her attention is again focused on Adam. I estimate her at about 5'5" and 130lbs (not super thin...but still nicely proportioned for her age). Her short reddish/blonde hair falls over one eye as she talks to her son; a quality I find strangely sexy.

Finding a seat on the couch, I immediately relax in my new surroundings and begin to feel confident that this week may turn into something very memorable...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

I rattled on and on. News of the relatives and the neighbors. Those I had heard from that were coming to the wedding and who was staying where and with whom. All the while trying to sound cheerful and supportive when I knew my own marriage was crumbling.

Five weeks ago I found out that my husband of twenty seven years was having an affair. "It's not your fault VeeVee," he had said. "I didn't mean for it to happen." Oh, the list of excuses and rationalizations went on and on. I had been shocked beyond belief. My whole world crumbled behind four simple words. "I want a divorce."

We agreed to keep up the pretense of marriage until Adam was back from his honeymoon. I insisted, in fact. I didn't want what was happening at home to mar his happiness. I told Kent that he could use the guest room in the meantime. Bad back or whatever excuse he chose to use would be fine, but he would not be spending another night in the same bed with me.

"Mom. Mom?"

I blinked and looked up to see my son looking at me with concern. "Oh, sorry sweetie. I was just daydreaming." I leaned forward and hugged him close, kissing his forehead. Trying to lighten the mood, I turned to Sean with an embarrassed laugh.

"What kind of hostess am I? I haven't even offered you something to drink or eat. Tell you what," I said, ruffling my fingers through Adam's hair as I stood. "Follow me. First snack's on me and after that you are on your own. If there's something you want, you'll just have to fend for yourself. After all, you are part of our family now."

Adam and Sean looked at each other and shrugged and grinned before following me into the kitchen. I was already thinking of what I'd feed two hungry young men who could probably eat a horse after that long ride.

 

[Gareman]

As I followed Mrs. Ingersoll and Adam into the kitchen, I watched her nice round ass snap from side to side with each step. Moving my eyes down past her khaki walking shorts, I checked out her smooth tannned legs...very nice for a woman in her mid-to-late forties.

"Sorry man," I thought to myself, apologizing to my friend for scoping out his mom. But, I can't help myself when it comes to women...especially older ones.

Adam and his mom moved together and talked happily as they caught up on 'things'. And my mind began to wander back to another time...a time about 2 years ago....

Now I've always been very good with women. Through highschool and college I've had more than my share of adventures, but they had always been with girls my own age.

The summer of 2000 was different. One of my mom's friends (Carol Mason) had lost her husband over the winter in a freak car accident. Both of her children, already married with kids of their own, helped out as much as they could, but eventually had to return to their homes and Carol was on her own to keep up the repairs and maintenance on her older home.

Of course mom had asked me if I'd be willing to donate some of my time, over the summer, to help out a friend and I had agreed reluctantly...

Throughout the first few weeks, I became attracted to this woman who was just a little "chunky', but had a warm "motherly" personality. We talked an awful lot and I found myself using some of my 'God-given' skills to make her comfortable with me. Eventually, I worked in a little "innocent" physical contact... a hug here...a peck on the cheek there...etc.

Well, to make a long story short...

One rainy day, I was helping her repaint her kitchen. As we worked I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be with a woman so much older. I found myself fantasizing...visualizing her on her back...legs spread as my thick cock worked deep inside of her...

Throughout the day, I made physical contact as much as possible. Hugging her at every opportunity... Touching her shoulder...

As we broke for lunch, I made a decision...I was going for it...

She had gotten quite a bit of paint on her t-shirt and went upstairs to change...

"Helooo....earth to Sean...." I snapped out of my daydream, as Mrs. Ingersoll spoke.

Taking a moment to regather my wits, I finally replied.

"Sorry, I was just daydreaming about having a beautiful house and family like this."

I smiled broadly at Adam's mom and saw something in her eyes...something sad...something hidden.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"Sorry, I was just daydreaming about having a beautiful house and family like this."

"You will, Sean. You'll find the girl of your dreams and everything will fall into place," I said cheerfully, not wanting to spoil the moment with my own personal thoughts. Even so, I couldn't help thinking: if you only knew...

"Speaking of dream girls, I need to call Sue and let her know I'm home. Feed this guy good, will ya? He can really pack it away. Don't let him tell you any different." Adam grinned and punched his friend lightly in the arm before sprinting out of the kitchen for the phone in the other room.

I grinned at Sean and chuckled. "I wondered if Adam was going to make it fifteen minutes before calling Sue."

"Yeah. Know what you mean. They're always on the phone or online. Sometimes we can barely pry him away from either."

I laughed again as I opened the fridge and bent over to take some lunch meats out of the drawer. "Give me a hand, will you?" I said over my shoulder.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Ingersoll."

He was beside me in a flash. I couldn't help thinking how I would have to call Lars or Adam two, three, sometimes four times to get them to pay attention when I needed a hand. "Ohh... you are so hired! Just set these on the table for me so I don't have to make six trips," I said handing him the lunch meat and some salads that I had prepared the day before.

Finally satisfied that I had gotten everything I needed from the fridge, I stood and turned. Sean was staring at me in a strange sort of way, but I brushed it off. Maybe I had taken too much food out? Nah. Adam said Sean could eat up a storm. Ah, who knows.

"So, Sean" I said as I grabbed some plates from the cupboard. "What are you drinking? We have soda, milk, juice. Do you want a beer?"

Sean's arm brushed against me as he reached to help me set up for lunch. Glancing over, I spotted the most spectacular tattoo on his arm. I couldn't help lifting my fingers to it, tracing over the intricate work.

"This is magnificent," I said, looking up into his face. "Tell me about it?"

 

[Gareman]

As Mrs. Ingersoll bends into the refrigerator to grab some things, my eyes again focus on her ass. Mentally removing her shorts and panties, I can imagine myself stepping forward and postioning my thick cock to the entrance of her pussy. Touching the moist folds of her vagina, I grasp her hips and begin to slide inside....

"Ohh... you are so hired! Just set these on the table for me so I don't have to make six trips."

Her words break my daydream, and I take the items from her, placing them on the kitchen table. My eyes again return to her and as she turns, I feel embarrassed, thinking she had caught me eyeing her; but she seems oblivious to my leering and continues preparing lunch.

"So, Sean, what are you drinking? We have soda, milk, juice. Do you want a beer?"

Moving to help her set the table, I respond.

"A beer would be great," I answer standing directly beside her. Moving closer, I allow my arm to touch hers deliberately. She notices my tattoo...

"This is magnificent, tell me about it?"

I feel her soft fingers move across my arm, outlining the large image. Looking down into her rich brown eyes, I feel deeply drawn to her; the forbidden nature of a sexual encounter between us fueling the fire.

"Well," I respond slowly. "It's one of several that I've gotten over the last few years, but without a doubt my favorite. It's obviously a dragon, which is my Chinese zodiac sign."

I move my hand to hers and direct it to the lower portion of the tattoo.

"This one is still fresh," I explain. "It hasn't healed completely yet."

I'm surprised with her fascination as she stares at the large image on my arm and begin unbuttoning my shirt to show her the one I have on my chest.

"Now this one I've had for about two years...."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

My eyes are drawn to his hands as I watch as Sean unbutton his shirt. They appear strong, his fingers long and his nails nicely manicured. The veins stand out on their backs, moving as the muscles beneath... I blink as his shirt falls open and his hands fall to his sides.

The tattoo is an intricately designed skull, almost... no definitely sinister looking. I feel both attracted and repulsed by it at the same time, if that is possible. I reach out without thinking, pulling back my fingers just before I touch it.

Startled at my boldness, I look up at Sean feeling the warm flush of embarrassment spreading over my face. "Sorry. I... There's just something about tattoos that makes me want to touch them. I apologize."

Without a word, Sean takes my hand in his and guides it to his chest. My fingertips trace the outline and smooth softly over its surface. "A tattoo really is a piece of art you know. It was first practiced in Ancient Egypt. Clay dolls fashioned during that civilization are the earliest evidence of tattooing to have been preserved. I've seen two of these dolls, with their tattoo-marks, in the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford. Body markings by puncture tattoo were applied to human beings as well as female clay figurines in Egypt between 4000 and 2000 B.C."

Sean coughed and I felt myself turning as many shades of red as there are in the spectrum. "I... I guess you get the idea. I am fascinated by them. I've always wanted one, you know."

"Then why haven't you?" It felt as though his eyes were burning into me, and I turned away to start making sandwiches. "Mr. Ingersoll... Lars... never approved. And now... Wouldn't it be ridiculous for a woman my age to get one?"

In truth, it was one of my biggest regrets. And now that Lars would be leaving... I laughed inwardly at the irony of it. He would be soon be gone and I... I was too old to go around sporting a tat now. Shaking the thought from my mind, I turned back to Sean.

"Okay... So what do you want on your sandwich?" I asked, adding a cheerful lilt to my voice even though I didn't feel that way.

 

[Gareman]

Her smooth hand feels nice on my chest and I notice an uneasy tension as I hold it there a moment longer than necessary. She begins speaking of tattoos, but I hardly hear her words. My eyes scan her face, trying to read her...wanting to find an angle to get inside of her head.

"Mr. Ingersoll... Lars... never approved. And now... Wouldn't it be ridiculous for a woman my age to get one?"

There is a sense of sadness in her voice that immediately piques my interest. She covers it quickly but I know I may have found something I can work with and I make a mental note to return to the subject again.

Turning away, she begins to fix something for us to eat. I take a deep swig from my beer and study her. She definitely has a motherly quality about her, something I've always found incredibly exciting. The challenge of breaking through all of the taboo elements of such a relationship and the rich rewards that I know await if....NO...when I do.

"Okay... So what do you want on your sandwich?"

Her voice, again cheerful brings me back to reality.

"Mayo is fine," I reply, moving to her side and brushing gently against her as I grab a plate.

"By the way....I don't think you're too old for a tattoo. In fact if you'd like, I know of a really good place about 30 minutes from here where you could look at some designs. There's really no harm in just looking...."

I smile warmly as she looks at me with those deep brown eyes.

"We've got all week, you know..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"There's really no harm in just looking... "

"No harm... " I murmured quietly. Why shouldn't I go look? It's not like I have to worry about what Lars thinks. I obviously don't figure much into his life anymore.

"You know what?" I said cheerily, a big grin spreading over my face. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot. It's a date, Sean. If you don't mind carting an old lady around, that is."

Hyped and feeling rather defiant, I didn't look up until I had cut his sandwich in half and put the plate in front of him. I was afraid to see something that would show me Sean really didn't mean what he had said.

 

[Gareman]

I study her as she continues making my sandwich, my eyes following the contours of her neck down to the opening of her white button-down blouse. My heart beats heavily in my chest, the sexual desire building...spreading throughout my body.

Such a nice woman....so friendly and intelligent and "mom-like". What would it be like to feel those soft mounds of flesh hidden beneath the fabric of her blouse? Would she struggle if I were to make a pass at her? How much resistence would there really be? How would she react when my thick cock began sliding deep inside her warm moist pussy? Would she fight it or let it happen?

I snap back to the moment and gather my wits. If I have any chance at all, I'll have to be smart and patient. Taking a deep breath, I move forward as she places my sandwich in front of me.

I only hear part of her statement, but the words "old lady" catch my attention.

"From where I stand, I don't see an old lady at all," I reply, placing my hand on her shoulder. "In fact Mr Ingersoll better appreciate what he's got or I'm likely to steal you away."

I check her reaction and notice an obvious blush spreading across her face. She seems embarrassed but her smile tells me that the attention isn't totally unappreciated. As I move away and sit down to eat, I begin to feel that maybe...just maybe this scenario might be more feasible than I had initially thought.

 

[Gareman]

As I sit, eating my sandwich, I feel a slight twinge of guilt. Adam and I had become very good friends and I should be more respectful of his mom. But there is something much stronger that sometimes takes control and I know that, despite my sudden apprehension, I would never be able to resist the opportunity to nail his sexy mother.

We eat in silence for a few moments, neither knowing where to take the conversation. I'm sure my last comment has made her slightly uncomfortable, a concept that excites me in a strange sort of way. I know that to accomplish my goal, I'll have to push the envelope at every opportunity. She must begin to feel comfortable with my advances and maybe in time she'll realize that I am not just playing with her. Maybe then I can make my move.

As the moments tick away, I again flash back to my first experience with Mrs. Mason:

As she stands in the bathroom, changing her blouse, I move up behind her and place my hands on her hips. She jumps, unprepared for the sensation of my skin on hers and I wrap one arm around her and pull her close.

As my hard cock presses firmly against her lower back, I lean down and place my mouth to her ear...

"Mrs. Mason, you are such a beautiful woman," I whisper tenderly, my free hand moving up to cup one of her soft breasts.

"I've been watching you for so long..."

Slowly fondling her bra-covered tit, I feel her body tense up.

"Just relax....please....no one will ever know"

Shocked by my sudden "attack", she seems unable to respond. My hand continues to kneed her flesh and I feel her large nipple harden beneath the soft fabric of her bra.

The sound of rain hittting the roof echoes in the small bathroom. She begins to struggle slightly as she suddenly begins to comprehend the situation, but I hold her small body firmly with my large arm.

"Please Sean," she says weakly. "Please let me go."

Her pleading only makes me want her more. The idea of this "nice" woman, taking my thick cock inside of her is too powerful for me to back out now.

"Sean ? Sean?" Mrs. Ingersoll is speaking and her voice breaks my daydream.

"Have you heard anything I've said?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"Mr. Ingersoll better appreciate what he's got... "

Sean's words hit a raw nerve and I found myself resisting the impulse to blurt it all out. Tell him just how much Mr. Ingersoll does not appreciate me. How he has a new somebody to appreciate now. I hadn't told anyone, not wanting to put a damper on Adam's special day. I wondered if Lars had that same sense of consideration or if all his friends would be whispering behind their hands at the wedding.

Hell, they probably wouldn't even take the time to whisper. Divorce is nothing new or unusual. They happen every day all around the world. I determinedly put my violin down, ending my personal pity party.

That's the ticket! I need to face facts and get over myself. This is supposed to be a joyful time for my son and his bride to be. I swear I won't be the one to put a damper on it.

" ...or I'm likely to steal you away."

"Steal me away? Flattery will get you everywhere, Sean," I schmoozed. "If only you were twenty years older. Or I was twenty years younger... "

My voice trailed off as I realized he wasn't even listening. I guess that was a good thing though, I was beginning to sound like a teenager and flirting with my son's best man to boot.

Was it only flirting or was it more like wishful thinking? Was I so desperate to believe someone could still find me attractive even if it was only said in jest? Not liking where my thoughts were headed, I gave a myself a quick 'Don't even go there, Vee' and tried to rouse Sean from where ever his mind had wandered. Besides, I was more than a little embarrassed and really needed to change the subject.

"So have you met any of Adam's other friends? Maybe you can hang out with them when he's busy with Sue."

No answer.

"Sean? Sean!" I couldn't help chuckling. "Have you heard anything I've said?"

 

[Gareman]

Startled back to reality, I feel somewhat ashamed of the subject of my distracted state. After all, I'm alone in the house with my best friend's mother and I'm flashing back to my sexual escapades with a woman just about her age.

Trying to shake the highly erotic images from my brain, I turn and smile back at Mrs. Ingersoll.

"I'm really sorry," I say, giving her my best "boy next door" face. "I was just thinking about how lucky Adam is to have a wonderful fiancee like Sue and a great mom like you."

As I look into her eyes, I again sense something not right...some deep sadness that briefly fights through the cheery mask that she wears so well.

What could such a beautiful, well-to-do woman have to be sad about?

Maybe the loss of her "baby"? .....No, she seems genuinely happy for Adam.

Maybe the sudden realization that time is flying and she has no control? .........Possibly?!?

Or maybe things weren't so perfect between the hubby and her...

Leaning slightly toward her, I flash a devilish look and whisper...

"So.....when do you want to make the journey to the "other side"?

I wink secretively and give her a sly smile.

"I mean, we're going to have to do this without Mr. Ingersoll finding out, right?"

The thought of sneaking away with Mrs. Ingersoll to look at tattoos was, in a strange way, very exciting. It seemed as though we were doing something "imoral" when in actuality it was very innocent.

I noticed her face turning slightly red, as a distinct blush spread across it. Maybe deep inside she was feeling some of the same things I was. Or maybe I was really reaching....

As I wait for her response, I study her soft lips and have to fight the urge to lean forward and press mine against hers. Tonight is definitely not the night...after all she isn't some dumb nympho college girl with nothing to lose. She would take much more priming before I would be making any moves on her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"Lars... Mr. Ingersoll won't even... " My reply goes unfinished as Adam bounds back into the kitchen.

"Thanks, mom. I'm starving!" he bursts out, grabbing at a sandwich without sitting. "I'm going over to see Sue in about fifteen minutes though. You wanna come, Sean?" The look on Adam's face was a dead give-away that hoped his friend would say no, while it was more than obvious that he really wanted to see Sue on his own.

Now what? I couldn't help wondering. I didn't think Sean was really going to want to hang out with me for the rest of the afternoon.

"Sounds like a plan, boyo. You two still going out with the guys tonight?" I asked cheerfully, hoping those plans were still on so that Sean wouldn't feel like he was being dumped. At least this way, Sean would get to meet 'the rest of the guys' and wouldn't be stuck here with me every time Adam wanted to be alone with Sue.

Why it was even my concern bothered me. Young guys always found something to occupy their time, even if it was shooting hoops in the back yard. I had no doubt that Sean was any different than Adam or any of his other friends were.

 

[Guest]

I can tell by Adam's expression that he is only asking me over to Sue's house to be nice. Smiling coyly, I turn him down.

"If it's okay with you, Mrs. Ingersoll," I say politely. "I'd just as soon hang out here today."

I watch her face, hoping to read her reaction. At first I thought I noticed an expression of happiness, could that have been a slight smile? But then I feel something different...uneasiness?

Somehow the uneasiness excites me. Why should Adam's mom feel uncomfortable around me. Unless she's thinking some of the same thoughts I am....Or maybe she just wants to be alone.

Again there's a brief moment of silence. And then Adam saves the day.

"You know, I was thinking that tomorrow might be better to meet the guys anyway." he says, biting into his sandwich. "I'm sure my bachelor party will be a great time for all of you to bond."

Of course he's right...I mean I had planned quite a little party for him. The reception hall...the booze...the strippers....it was going to be a blast.

"Yeah," I say in a devilsh voice. "You'd better get some rest tonight because you'll need all of your strength for the stag I've got planned. And make sure that Sue doesn't find out where we're going to be."

As I speak, I glance at Mrs. Ingersoll again and now I see a suspicious smile spread across her face. She does her best to cover it with a mock look of anger, but I can tell that she is enjoying the moment and I give her more ammunition.

"I mean how would it look if she were to walk in and find you buck naked with three gorgeous women stripping for you."

Watching Adam's mom eyeing her red-faced son, I take a moment to visually remove her clothing. Her small frame is still nicely proportioned, but I can tell that her waist would be slightly thicker than most of the younger women I'd been with. I also add a bit of padding and sag to her breasts and ass, which for some odd reason I'd always found extremely sexy in older women.

My mind peels away her blouse and dissolves the material of her bra, leaving her nice round breasts bare to my leacherous eyes. Continuing to paint a highly erotic image, my imagination works it's magic, removing her shorts and panties to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. I imagine her lying, naked on a bed...legs spread seductively as I approach to enjoy her mature body....

The picture comes to me quickly and as I scan her from head-to-toe, I know that I will somehow find a way to have this sexy middle-aged woman. I still find myself feeling a little guilty. I mean Adam is my best friend...

 

[Gareman]

Sorry....that was me

 

[Gareman]

Bump

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

"If it's okay with you, Mrs. Ingersoll, I'd just as soon hang out here today."

Something inside of me liked that idea. Liked it a lot. More than I should, in fact. These past few weeks, with Lars off with his inamorata and Adam away from home, it had gotten kind of lonely. Of course I did the normal things I always did, but I did miss having someone around to talk to. But Sean? He is half my age. What the hell will I find to talk to him about?

The realization that it might not be such a good idea after all is swept from my mind as Sean and Adam start talking about the bachelor party tomorrow night.

"I mean how would it look if she were to walk in and find you buck naked with three gorgeous women stripping for you?"

I arched an eyebrow when Adam blushed. We had always been close, but he had never discussed his sexuality either with or in front of me. That was always left for those father/son talks he and Lars had every now and again. Frankly, I liked it that way. I really was happy that Adam had found love and was getting married, but I didn't really want to think about that part of him growing up.

Lars. I wondered if I would ever find someone else? We had always had a good sexual relationship. I thought so anyway. I tried to remember when that had changed... and why I hadn't even noticed.

"Mrs. Ingersoll? Do you mind?" Sean's voice and a tingling feeling running up my arm where he had placed his hand to get my attention, brought me back to my senses. I really have to stop doing this before everyone thinks I've lost it completely.

"Umm... Sorry, Sean. I must have been daydreaming," I said with an embarrassed chuckle as I moved away from him. "What were you saying?"

 

[Guest]

I sense Mrs. Ingersoll's uneasiness with my comment about the strippers. She raises an eyebrow and blushes, probably visualizing her son in a way that she had never done before. Her discomfort excites me further and I touch her shoulder, asking again if she minds me staying with her today.

"Umm... Sorry, Sean. I must have been daydreaming," she replies. "What were you saying?"

My heart drops when she moves away...but really...what did I expect ? I mean her son is sitting less than 10 feet away and she is obviously more than a little embarrassed.

"Well then, I'm out of here," Adam eagerly interjects, jumping up and placing his dish in the sink. Walking over he kisses his mom on the cheek. "I'll probably be pretty late tonight, so don't wait up."

Adam leaves the room, his footsteps fading as he quickly strides through the livingroom. The front door closes and I hear his car start...now backing out of the driveway...and now accelerating down the street.

For a second the room is silent. Slowly, Mrs. Ingersoll moves to clear the table and I follow, wanting to lend a hand.

"Well," I start. "I'm not sure what you've got planned tonight, but this might be a great opportunity to check out that tattoo place that I told you about."

Standing directly behind her, I place my hands on her shoulders and begin to gently knead her tight muscles. She tenses at my touch, but seems to relax slightly as I continue the massage.

"That is...if you're not going to chicken out on me," I lean in and whisper in her ear. "You aren't going to chicken out...are you?"

 

[Gareman]

Sorry....me again.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

Sean's hands on my skin were warm, almost hot, and I tensed at his touch but soon found myself relaxing as he worked the kinks out of my neck and shoulders. I rolled my head back and forth and side to side, murmuring appreciatively. I hadn't realized just how badly I needed this. I half listened as his voice lulled me into another place. Small talk mostly. Until he mentioned the tattoo parlor.

"You aren't going to chicken out... are you?" His breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine and I jerked away.

"No. I'm not going to chicken out," I snapped, wondering why he was baiting me. At least that's how it felt. Just a moment ago I was so comfortable and suddenly I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising and my temper beginning to flare.

What was it about Sean that drew me and pushed me away just as easily? Ridiculous! I refused to let this kid get the better of me... If that's what he was trying to do. And why shouldn't I go to the tattoo parlor? I was an adult. I could do as I pleased. I didn't have to answer to anyone. Did I? No!

I glared into Sean's mocking eyes. Lars wasn't going to be home. Adam was with Sue and I knew we wouldn't see him anytime soon either. I shrugged and threw the challenge back. "Whenever you're ready, so am I."

 

[Gareman]

My words strike a nerve and she pulls away, flashing a defiant, angry look. Was it the fact that I had questioned her bravery... her independence... or was it something deeper that had caused the strong reaction?

The obvious irritation in her eyes is fierce and I decide to back off, already having discovered a quality that I can later use to my advantage. Raising my hands in mock surrender and flashing a broad smile I begin to laugh gently.

"Whenever you're ready, so am I." Her words meant to be a rebuttal to my challenge take on a sexual meaning in my state of mind. A slight warm tingle spreads through my penis as I imagine her uttering that phrase to an invitation to bed. I again visualize her, lying naked, legs spread...willingly giving herself to me. Moving forward, I sense the anticipation...wanting so badly to feel my throbbing cock slipping between her warm, mature pussy lips. Sliding slowly inside. Her soft moan as her vagina stretches to accomodate my manhood. My hands positioning behind her knees...pushing her legs back and farther apart. Allowing deeper penetration...

It takes a few seconds to snap myself back to reality.

"Okay..okay...I'm sorry," I respond warmly. "I have a few phone calls to make, but I'd really like to go tonight."

Moving in again, I extend my hand in an offer of peace...

"Is it a date?"

 

[Gareman]

Bump

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Genevieve Ingersoll

The rebellious streak that I had been well-known for in my youth rose to the surface as I accepted Sean's hand. He held it overlong, I thought, tracing a small circle with his thumb on the back of my hand.

"Date," I replied abruptly to his challenge. For it did feel like a challenge. "Let me know when you're ready."

I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Sean went off to make his phone calls. There was something about my son's friend that just bugged me. Then again, maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was me. Well, he wouldn't be around too much longer. The wedding was only a week away and Sean would be spending more time with Adam and the guys after today. I wasn't going to let it bother me.

Finally satisfied that I was finished in the kitchen, I went upstairs to change and brush my hair. As I undressed, I examined myself in the mirror. I hadn't aged too badly. A few extra pounds, but they all seemed to be in the right places. Well, that's what Lars used to say before...

I slipped my hands under my breasts and lifted them. They weren't perky anymore, though I wasn't sure they had ever been. I'd been wearing an F cup since my mid twenties. No, there was no doubt in my mind that they had probably never been perky.

Lowering my hands, I turned to look over my shoulder at my ass. It was never one of my better features but Lars used to say... Well, I didn't see myself dating anyone in the foreseeable future at any rate. And you know what? Screw what Lars used to say.

I flopped down on the bed, angry at myself for thinking of myself in terms of what Lars used to say. When had I stopped being my own person? That was going to have to stop and stop fast.

"Yeah, baby. You know I want you. What are you wearing?"
My head spun toward the faint sound of Sean's voice as he talked to someone on the phone. I had forgotten that I wasn't alone in the house and started to sit up to go close the bedroom door. Instead, I stayed still, listening as he went on.

"Take your panties off, baby," he crooned. "I want you to touch your pussy. I have my cock in my hand and I'm stroking it. Slowly. Thinking about you. Tell me what you're doing with your hand."

I could feel a flush creeping over my face. I was embarrassed to be eavesdropping, but there was something more. My hand slipped down my belly as I continued to listen.

Come on, G... You know Sean can't leave VeeVee stuck like this. (K) ~N